Personal Message
this is Sayula
why complicate things?
MY BAGGAGE
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What? You came here thinking you could learn something about me?
please.
I ain't into that bull. Either your pants, sit down, and shut the up, or I'll make you. I'm not about to bore you with that 'sob story' crap. Every addicted has daddy issues right? Put the pieces together in your own time. Don't waste mine, unless you're paying?
Well if that's the case, you should have said so. I'll tell you all my dirty little secrets. Just come have a seat, I'll try to keep my hands to myself.
My story starts, I guess, when I was accidentally conceived. Let's just say around is in my genes. Mother dear didn't think to bring a and Mr. Husband (now Ex mind you) wasn't baby daddy. Go figure right? Well he dumped her, she ran off with my donor and he got her hooked on drugs. I was born addicted to , a habit I traded in for regular cigarettes cause I can afford that .
I ran away the first time when I was seven, I was living in some kind of god aweful crack house with my Mother and she was too high off her to even remember she had a son more often than not. Still I was dragged back by the cops... dickheads...
A couple of years after that, when I turned about ten my Mother got with some real loser, a pimp wannabe who liked playing dress up with me. He turned me into his little and taught me how to give head better than any woman you'll ever meet. I started earning my own money after that.
When I turned fifteen I ran away again, this time with the cash I saved up and I managed to rent a of an apartment in a bad part of town. I whored myself out to make enough money for rent and food, around that time I started drinking too. I also ended up with Hepatitis A. The only 'A' I ever got in my life. I can't say I enjoyed it... or that it changed my life. Can't really do much about it when I need the money right? I couldn't afford to quit my 'job'.
I got lucky though, when I turned eighteen. The owner of the Tokyo Sky Nightclub apparently decided to take pity on me and hired me to work at the club. I help mix drinks, chat up customers, and occasionally dance when I'm asked to. I still haven't stopped my 'side business' though, why give up that kind of money? No thank you, I'll spread my legs for anyone for the right price.
please.
I ain't into that bull. Either your pants, sit down, and shut the up, or I'll make you. I'm not about to bore you with that 'sob story' crap. Every addicted has daddy issues right? Put the pieces together in your own time. Don't waste mine, unless you're paying?
Well if that's the case, you should have said so. I'll tell you all my dirty little secrets. Just come have a seat, I'll try to keep my hands to myself.
My story starts, I guess, when I was accidentally conceived. Let's just say around is in my genes. Mother dear didn't think to bring a and Mr. Husband (now Ex mind you) wasn't baby daddy. Go figure right? Well he dumped her, she ran off with my donor and he got her hooked on drugs. I was born addicted to , a habit I traded in for regular cigarettes cause I can afford that .
I ran away the first time when I was seven, I was living in some kind of god aweful crack house with my Mother and she was too high off her to even remember she had a son more often than not. Still I was dragged back by the cops... dickheads...
A couple of years after that, when I turned about ten my Mother got with some real loser, a pimp wannabe who liked playing dress up with me. He turned me into his little and taught me how to give head better than any woman you'll ever meet. I started earning my own money after that.
When I turned fifteen I ran away again, this time with the cash I saved up and I managed to rent a of an apartment in a bad part of town. I whored myself out to make enough money for rent and food, around that time I started drinking too. I also ended up with Hepatitis A. The only 'A' I ever got in my life. I can't say I enjoyed it... or that it changed my life. Can't really do much about it when I need the money right? I couldn't afford to quit my 'job'.
I got lucky though, when I turned eighteen. The owner of the Tokyo Sky Nightclub apparently decided to take pity on me and hired me to work at the club. I help mix drinks, chat up customers, and occasionally dance when I'm asked to. I still haven't stopped my 'side business' though, why give up that kind of money? No thank you, I'll spread my legs for anyone for the right price.
WHO I IS
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I am a sassy , let's just get that straight right now. Mama didn't raise me to be anything less than the perfect little Queen I am. I don't take from anyone, and I will kick you where it hurts if you piss me off. I also bite if you pull my hair, keep that in mind I'll only warn you once. Yes I will you if you've got the money to afford me, but I am not cheap. I don't myself out to anyone who can't afrord at least $200 an hour. We set up safe words and you sign a contract making you liable for any medical bills that may result in our 'play time'. I learned my lesson about that , if you break me, or infect me, you're is paying for it. I am not into lovey dovey romancy bull. Find your Cinderalla somewhere else Prince Charming, I'm not a damsel in distress and I sure as hell don't need some useless in tights trying to rescue me. If you are rich ignore everything I said before this. You can be the biggest , Prince, disgustinly sweet, fluff you want. Mama always told me to marry money, so I don't care who you are, what you look like, or your age. Darling, I'll be anything you want me to be... within reason.
RP STATUS
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Y PLOTS
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P#1 FIX : Dirty. Rough. No strings attached. My speciality, I'm your little toy. Sure you pay me, but I'm the best you've ever had and we both know it. I look forward to our weekly/monthly 'dates', you're one of those precious few repeat clients that still make me ache for you no matter how many times I've had you inside me. I can never get enough of you, it was all just supposed to be emotionless. So why do things feel like they're starting to change? Is it you? Or... is it me? .... Maybe we shouldn't see each other anymore, but I don't know how long I go without you...I'm addicted it's a crisis.
F#2 DRUG : The bass is so strong you can feel it in your chest, the club is packed and there are several bartenders working tonight. Typical Saturday night, you came here tonight for a reason after all, I remember you. You always sit in my section, always order the same drink, but you never talk to me. Tonight though, I decide to change things up a little. So when my favorite song comes on I shout for one of the other bartenders to cover me and get up on the counter. I've never seen anyone pop a as fast as you did when I started dancing. It was priceless.
F #3 PRECRIPTION : You're trying to be my Prince Charming. Go ing figure. I push you away over and over again but you just never take the hint. Honestly you're like a lost puppy. I know you mean well but damn... let go and move on. You can't save me. I'm too broken for your kind of help, I'll never be the partner you want. I'll cheat on you in a heartbeat, I'll miss our dates, I won't remember your birthday. I'll be the worst boyfriend in the world... so why are you still here? What do you see in me? Because I sure as hell don't get it.
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